In this chapter, there will be a part dedicated to Mary-Sue bashing if you squint. Originally, my first draft of this story only lasted up to 24 chapters. I'm kind of wondering where the 13 (and more to come) chapters came from.
Strong language in this chapter.
PS. I call Chapters 32 onwards as 'The Mukuro Saga' (hmm, though 'Kokuyo Saga' is actually more appropriate).
Chapter 37
Plan B
The door opened.
Mukuro and M came out of the room they had retreated in; and Kiriyuu looked up from her spot. M had returned not a long time ago; having finished her errands. Then Mukuro arrived; he had fresh flecks of blood over his usually clean blazer.
Kiriyuu was sure she was in trouble this time. She had almost gotten caught by Hibari, and would've ruined everything. Yet, after escaping from Hibari barely alive, leaving Kiriyuu with a red mark around her neck that she couldn't seem to breathe properly afterwards, M wasn't entirely angry with her. But she still had to report to Mukuro. Business, she called it. I have business with Mukuro. And I will explain our business to him. Don't worry, Kiriyuu. You're not in trouble. There is no such thing as punishment.
Kiriyuu also had been sorting through her belongings as soon as they arrived back at the floor of the Kokuyo Headquarters – the very building that was the landmark of Kokuyo Health Land, the building had tonnes of maze-like corridors, rooms, and the walls were all preened out. She arrived at the right floor – the very one this morning, where Mukuro's temporary 'Home base' was, it was a large, spacious lounge with a few dusty armchairs with its windows somewhat intact.
"Save me some animal crackers," M had said, just before she vanished into the room with Mukuro to discuss 'business'.
Kiriyuu was left alone with a box of animal crackers that were meant to be for M. Instead, she ate them all herself, as she sorted her junk into separate piles – the 'weapons' pile, which consisted of her sniper rifle with ammunition, and then there was the 'essentials' pile, with her cash and food. Unfortunately, she only had a few Japanese cents and dollars, the rest were euro.
They'd been gone for thirteen and a half minutes –
Mukuro looked at M and she smiled back at him aloofly, her hair a mess, her skirt needed to be smoothed back down. A few top buttons of her blazer were popping open, revealing a white vest underneath. M was still looking flustered. Mukuro was calm as usual as he made his way to his armchair near Kiriyuu's spot. He sat down, looked at Kiriyuu. She blinked. She didn't realise Mukuro and M were together. M went to the window and looked outside, completely forgetting about animal crackers. Kiriyuu realised there was something on her neck as the girl walked past without a single word to Kiriyuu. It was red, looked fresh - A hickey, no doubt. Kiriyuu looked at M's hickey mark, then at Mukuro, and then looked back down, her face flushing in embarrassment and she delved her face into her Ritz Animal Crackers box.
She didn't recall Mukuro and M being…well, together.
Business, my ass. All they had was a little alone time. And I was never in any trouble, either. Kiriyuu gulped. "…Um, you - "
Before she could finish, someone strolled, no, limped in through the open door, then promptly dropped to the floor, unconscious. It was Chikusa. Mukuro and Kiriyuu looked at him; M didn't even turn around. "You found the one, hm?" Mukuro began, as Ken wandered into the doorway. Kiriyuu stopped stuffing her face with animal crackers and looked up.
"Is Chikusa back?" Ken said, and he dwaddled further into the room, plopped down beside Kiriyuu, who was now inspecting the boy on the floor. "Hyaaa – how pathetic. All covered with blood and burnt to a crisp."
"He's still alive." She muttered under her breath. She looked up at M, watching her silently; she had absolutely no idea that Mukuro, and M, were together. And M hadn't bothered to tell her, either. Maybe she should ask about them when she and M were alone again.
"Barely," M said curtly, and the sound of her voice cut Kiriyuu out of her thoughts.
Ken had grabbed Chikusa's arm and lifted it up to his watering mouth. "His blood looks tasty – "
"Don't chew on him, Ken." Mukuro called over, and Ken put down Chikusa's arm, grumbling incoherently. "He's just lost consciousness." Mukuro added, "If he met the Vongola, there's no way Chikusa could have returned empty-handed unless he's found something. Let's wait for him to wake up."
Namimori…
"You already know what you should do, Tsuna." Reborn said, as the poor Vongola clasped his hands on his head, mouth agape. "Don't forget what those guys have already done in order to find you. If you keep escaping from this, the victims will increase in number."
Tsuna's lip wobbled. "E-Even so… why get everyone in trouble… that Mukuro guy really pisses me off!" Then, he looked down sullenly. "Hibari-san hasn't even come back yet… and Kiriyuu is missing, too – "
"… A witness claims that Ottuso Kiriyuu is a hostage of Mukuro Rokudo."
"W-What?! W-When was this?"
"At the clinic. You were too busy with Ryohei to notice the delirious rants of the next victim and his lisp."
Suddenly, Tsuna glanced down at his sneakers, then looked back up at the infant. "Hey, Reborn… you think this has anything to do with Kiriyuu… in the future? Why would she leave just when people in Namimori are getting beat up? I know she's not part of it because she would never do something like that… well, maybe she would to Kusakabe-san because everyone knows she's jealous over him and - "
Before Tsuna could ramble on, the baby shrugged. "Perhaps. That's probably what Hibari thinks, too. There is much more to Kiriyuu than we realise. Tsuna, you didn't make much of an effort to know her better. How can you treat subordinates like that?"
Tsuna stumbled helplessly. "E-Eh…? You've really decided to – so Kiriyuu is… she's part of the Vong – "
" – Not yet. We'll just have to see."
"…What if… okay, this is a crazy idea, but – "
"No, hitmen should actively speak of their mind and collaborate their ideas with the rest of the family unless the boss disagrees."
Tsuna's jaw dropped. "No, Reborn, I didn't mean it that way - ! O-Okay, ahem, as I was saying – what if… what if Kiriyuu knows Mukuro… like… before and she's like… trying to stop him? B-But I know she's good! She's not a frightening person and she'll know this Mukuro is the bad guy!"
Reborn looked at Tsuna expectantly. "…..Before… Hm. What's really important is that you need to take care of this Mukuro before anything else happens."
"B-But… What can I do? There's no way that I, No-Good Tsuna… can go against a guy like that… it's impossible."
"… But that's not what the others think."
"Eh?"
"Oh! There you are!" A voice trailed off from the corner, and Tsuna turned round. "Let me go with you, too!" It was Gokudera, completely free of injuries and blood. Wow, what a speedy recovery. He must've spontaneously regenerated like mad or something. "This time, I'm gonna kill that spectacles freak!"
"But what about your injuries?!" Tsuna squawked in astonishment.
"Oh, those were just little scratches." He said with a smirk. Tsuna just shook his head in disbelief.
"I'm going too, Tsuna!" Another voice sounded from behind Tsuna. Everyone turned round… to face Yamamoto. He grinned at them cheerfully. "The little guy told me all about it, with Kokuyo and all. I was worried at first – It's an interschool mafia role-play, right?"
…. No-one really knew how to reply to that. So they left Yamamoto smiling, and smiled along with him.
"Anou… You said Kiriyuu-chan was role-playing too… as a hostage, right? A damsel in distress! How come she didn't tell me anything about it? Is that why she left?" Yamamoto asked, grinning from ear to ear. "Wow! Her acting skills really impressed me back that day, when she left and stuff. I thought it was all real and I was pretty angry at her, but now I get it!" He chuckled, but then he shrugged.
…. No-one really knew how to reply to that either. So they just left Yamamoto shrugging, and shrugged along with him. But they did know this – Kiriyuu didn't leave because this was a 'mafia role-play'. Tsuna blinked at Reborn expectantly. Nothing from the infant.
"I'm going too!"
Another one? They turned round again, then – "GACK!" Gokudera immediately dropped to the floor, frothing at the mouth as Bianchi appeared from nowhere.
"I'm worried about Hayato, and Kiriyuu." She merely said, crossing her arms over her 'I Love Reborn' t-shirt. When women did that, it meant business. Well, half the time anyway, according to the brain thesis of the men around them.
"Right," Reborn then concluded, much to Tsuna's displeasure. "We'll all go now to the enemy grounds together then."
And Tsuna wished the ground would swallow him up.
Somewhere in Kokuyo Health Land…
Hibari remembered those words vividly.
"Your face is saying 'How did he know about my weakness to sakura?' Well, in answer to that, I not only know about your weakness to sakura, but also your other weakness. The weakness to that girl, Ottuso Kiriyuu."
He remembered that smirk plastered over his face. How much he wanted to wipe it off. He remained in his spot, closed off from light by this strange room where that bastard had deposited him in for the time being with seemingly no exit or an exceptional window that could be called a window except from a tiny, brick-sized opening in the wall in front of him.
"You were a fool to have let go of her and have her come to me."
Hibari closed his eyes, he remembered he had said: "Don't speak like you know her."
"Oh? And you think YOU do? If you think you know her so well, then you won't be remotely surprised when you really see what she is like when she has finally opened her heart and truly witnessed what this world, and what Hibari Kyouya, has to offer, compared to me."
What the hell did all this have to do with Kiriyuu, anyway?
……………
Mukuro and M in a room again.
More 'business'.
Business, my ass, Kiriyuu thought sourly once again. She actually felt jealous.
She looked at the tablets in her hand. M had given them to her previously – they were painkillers – in case Kiriyuu experienced mild discomfort.
Instead, she stuffed them back into the sachet and glared at the closed door, while Chikusa was lying unconscious, half-dead and bleeding on the gurney bed. Ken had departed early to finish off his hit list. Intruding on people's privacy wasn't a subtle, nor was it a very respectable thing of Kiriyuu to do, and she couldn't seem to hear anything from inside the room anyway or see anything through the keyhole, so she leant off the door and trotted back down beside Chikusa's side, where the stool was. She looked up and around, right and left, then back to the front. The Kokuyo Health Land building felt eerily empty, with the lack of human presences.
Maybe there were ghosts.
She could hear murmuring. It could've been the wind. She could hear whispering. Again, the wind. Probably. Sounds seemed too loud nowadays anyway. From the corner of her eyes, she thought she saw a shadow, but there was nothing there. Kiriyuu felt a shiver down her spine.
The door eventually opened.
Mukuro and M emerged out once again; he was indifferent as usual, and her face was flushed, the corner of her lips looking slightly tender and swollen. She tidied her hair with her hand while the other was firmly attached to her hip, a packet of cigarettes Kiriyuu did not notice before were tucked in her breast pocket. She didn't know M smoked. M yawned, as Kiriyuu gawped at them; he smiled at her in return and excused himself, went back downstairs.
M turned to Kiriyuu, who was still staring like an electrocuted fish at her. "Why are you looking at me like that?"
"….?"
"What? You honestly thought Mukuro liked you? In that way?"
Kiriyuu blinked at her, then rapidly shook her head. "No, I – "
M smiled at her, "Ohhh, Kiriyuu, that's soooo cute. You're so sweet when you're confused. In fact, I should tell you this - Mukuro is… somehow… exaggeratedly friendly in nature, so you mustn't confuse it with affection. I always tell him that he sends mixed signals. It's no wonder he has a fanclub."
"What? No, I didn't – "
"Shhh." She giggled as she pointed to Chikusa on the bed, and Kiriyuu frowned at her, "Not so loud. Or you'll wake up Chiku-Chiku over there. Let's talk out here." And with that, Kiriyuu was abruptly hauled out of her seat and led to the corridor where M shut the door quietly. "There, isn't that better? You can tell me ALL your secrets. Your true feelings for Mukuro are safe with me. I won't tell him. In fact, I won't tell a soul." She had put a finger to her lips, gesturing to the unconscious figure lying on the bed.
"M! You've got it all wrong! No, I don't like – "
M's sugary-sweet tone changed dramatically. "Sort yourself out, Kiriyuu. It's really starting to PISS ME OFF." She growled, and Kiriyuu stepped back, "You and this little delusion or obsessions that you have that everyonehas suddenly taking a distinct liking you, or HAS to like you one way or another. It's P.A.T.H.E.T.I.C."
Kiriyuu stepped back slightly, and looked down.
"If you continue to be like this, you won't survive anywhere. You can't afford to be immature like this forever. I don't care how young you are – age is just a number; you are unfortunate enough to be born into a mafia family but even though you've grown amongst a household with rules different to those of a normal family, you're like a frickin' spoilt baby-brat made out of cookie dough. You're supposed to be a soldier, goddamnit. A killer."
Suddenly, Kiriyuu looked back up, and swallowed. "You know what, M? I'm sick. I'm sick of all this – I made a mistake coming here. I… I'm not feeling as though I belong here at all, even though I'm sure you guys understand what I'm going through… and I-I thought… I KNOW that I didn't come here to be lectured by you, M, or be accused of liking Mukuro when I don't!"
She turned to leave, but M quickly blocked her path. "No. You're not leaving. I won't let you. Besides, that means you're just going to go back to that Hibari Kyouya, isn't it? Your little house mate. How quaint. Hell, why do you even think he wants you back? You can't go back if he doesn't want you – that's trespassing on someone's property. Yeah, breaking the effing law. Imagine that."
Kiriyuu's eyes narrowed dangerously. "Get out of my way, M." She said sternly.
M chuckled, peals of laughter echoing around the lonely corridor. "… Okay, I suppose breaking the law doesn't matter to you at all anyway, so, think about this – ahem - Out of ALL the 14 year old little girls, WHY in the GODDAMN WORLD would Hibari Kyouya want YOU?"
In response, Kiriyuu's shoulders slumped, and she began to snivel slightly.
"You're NOT smart. You're NOT beautiful. You certainly don't have a freaking Miss World Personality. You don't want world peace, you want a world war. What's so great about you, huh?" M sneered, "What do you think you have, that has Hibari Kyouya acting totally out of his character and everything else, that he's completely clouded in judgement and depleted all other common sense one normally has and thinks YOU are the one HE wants?"
Kiriyuu burned red with shame now, her eyes watering somewhat, and turned away from her, as M quickly filled in the previous spot she occupied, driving her further back into the room.
"If that was the case, then there wouldn't be things called, um… divorce, or… affairs, break-ups, or the term… 'dumped' and 'cheated', or anything else that mattered. Relationships… well, you might as well redefine that in your book as a term meaning where you see someone for the very first time in the middle of the street and suddenly you think they're your entire world and nothing seems to matter anymore except from them."
Kiriyuu blinked; she wasn't exactly sure where M was going with this rant.
"WELL, REALITY CHECK, SWEETIE. The world just doesn't work that way. There's Miura Haru. She goes to Midori High. It's a school for girls who are much smarter than you are. Then there's Sasagawa Kyoko; she's still trying to find out the best way to fully cook a chicken in less than a goddamn hour. Perfect little housewife."
"How did you – "
"Out of Kyoko, and Haru, and any other girl he could get – even I-Pin -- WHY ON EARTH WOULD HE WASTE HIS TIME WITH A SIMPLETON LIKE YOU?! OUT OF ALL THE GIRLS ATTENDING NAMIMORI HIGH, WHY WOULD SOMEONE LIKE HIBARI KYOUYA LIKE A COMPLETE AND UTTER USELESS MORON LIKE YOU?!" M shouted, prodding her finger at Kiriyuu's direction.
The girl rubbed at her tearing eyes, and squinted at M. "How do you know about Haru and Kyoko – "
M interrupted, "The world doesn't revolve around you, Kiriyuu. You can't have what you want. Your life isn't in your hands. Your life isn't going the way YOU want it to. YOU CAN'T GET ANY GUY YOU WANT FROM THE PALM OF YOUR HAND. IF YOU DO, HELL, YOU'RE PROBABLY SOME CLASS-A FREAKINGALIEN FROM THE PLANET OF BULLSHIT!!! YOU CAN'T EXPECT EVERYONE TO LIKE YOU, SWEETHEART!" She snarled that remark out in a sugary-sweet, mocking tone.
Kiriyuu realised that her life wasn't under her control anymore without M telling her. She also ultimately began to think of Gokudera. All she wanted was to have him accept her as a friend, that was all.
"But life goes on," M said, her voice softening, "And if you don't like that fact, or if you can't accept it, then too bad!" She roared again.
Kiriyuu flinched in response.
"Yet you can't pretend to ignore it. You also can't pretend that your life is normal when it isn't. You can't afford to. Have some common sense. Or you can continue being a moron who doesn't know her left or right, who yells too much, and runs around like a headless chicken and think you're going to get spoon-fed all the way. NO, Kiriyuu. It just doesn't work that way. People work. There are ups and downs, but people work hard to get what they want. You don't just magically appear and suddenly everything is all sunshine and daisies to you and those around you, you know!!"
"…M…." Kiriyuu cried harder.
"So what it is that Hibari likes about you, huh?"
Kiriyuu was sobbing loudly in response, "I…I don't….I don't know!" She snivelled hard, "I…I just know that I really like him… and… I don't know if he likes me… I never really did feel as though - "
"Exactly." M said, and she put a hand on Kiriyuu's shoulder, as the girl continued weeping quietly, "You didn't feel it. If Hibari liked you back, then you would've felt like he liked you, he needed you too. But obviously he didn't. That means you're chasing the wrong lead. You don'tneed somebody like Hibari, Kiriyuu." Her voice softened ultimately, "You have to realise that. You can't depend on Hibari to be some kind of pillar of support whenever you're stuck or helpless. You have to have PLAN B. Not Hibari."
Kiriyuu blinked at her.
"Hibari isn't PLAN B, Kiriyuu. Neither is Mukuro. You have to understand that."
She looked back up, slightly confused. A while ago and M was yelling at her and calling her a moron, and now this. "I-I don't understand what you're…."
"Reverse psychology, Kiriyuu," M said, grinning widely, maliciously at her as she tapped at her temple, "I hope it worked."
It didn't feel like reverse psychology. More like screwed-up psychology. "…I feel………slightly………better…" Her lie spilled out as a series of mashed mumbles combined with hiccups. She was still snorting and sniffling uncontrollably all over her sleeve.
"Stop crying already, sheesh. I'm doing this for your own good. Because in the end, all you need is me. Not even Mukuro. Definitely not Hibari. Fuck Hibari. He could go screw himself for all we care, alright? We don't need him. YOU don't need him. You don't need him ANYMORE."
M let go of Kiriyuu, and even though she was still a little puzzled by the girl's 'reverse psychology' thing. It started to make sense, in some really weird way. I… I don't need Hibari anymore.
"Come with me." M suddenly said.
"…Where are we going?"
"Mukuro's room. Don't ask questions until we get there."
Kiriyuu sighed inwardly; she didn't even dare to question what the girl wanted. They made their way downstairs; Mukuro had gone to the left; they nipped to the right, and further down two or more flights. They arrived back at the sleeping quarters. Kiriyuu recognised her room, with the broken wheelchair sitting outside in the corridor, and then there was M's room, directly opposite hers. They passed their own rooms, and headed further up into the corridor, and M stopped.
The door to Mukuro's room wasn't any different than the others. The only difference was that his was at the end of the corridor, linking to yet again, another corridor that probably leaked to the fire exit stairwell.
M was staring intently at his closed door, her eyes had suddenly possessed this predatory gleam, and she crossed her arms, as if deep in thought.
"…What's wrong?" Kiriyuu reluctantly asked. "Why are we here? Is this really Mukuro's room?"
"Hm? Yeah, this is his room. He's not actually in, you know." M cocked her head to the side. "….You do know that Mukuro is also from the Estraneo family too, right?"
"Yeah, so?" Kiriyuu blinked, "You mean, he was experimented on, too?"
"You can ask him yourself."
Kiriyuu made a face. Asking someone if they were experimented on wasn't an entirely polite thing to do.
"… What do you think will happen after Mukuro has created the new world?" M asked.
She had not much of an idea, let alone imagination. Kiriyuu thought, hard. But she was thinking about those Muller fruit yoghurt adverts. Everyone in that commercial looked so happy, eating yoghurt… in golden wheat fields… and it was so bright, there was laughter…people jumping up and down on trampolines… ice cream vans and –
"Stop those ridiculous thoughts; I can see it in your face. The new world isn't going to be a bouncy ball of glittering rays and hope - that's religious bullshit." M growled at her with half-lidded eyes. She unfurled her arms impatiently and turned to Kiriyuu.
"So what will it look like?"
"… My bet is that Mukuro is going to kick us out before the damn thing even happens."
Kiriyuu recoiled in shock. "B-But you – " M had made her statement honestly and bravely, and Kiriyuu glanced around warily, in case anyone was around. Somehow, talking to M, and hanging around with M, was beginning to feel like they were snooping around.
M sighed and turned to her. "You honestly think Mukuro has the power to bring this new world? I'll tell you something, Kiriyuu. When someone possesses insane amounts of power, they find themselves at a disadvantage - someone or something will always come and attempt to throw them off their roster and throne. It's all politics."
"But M, you're one of his – "
"So what? I can mutiny whenever I want to."
"What? Why? How come? T-Then what should we do?? Is this - "
"This is my PLAN B." M said, with a widening smirk. "….I know what Mukuro's really like. He doesn't care what will happen to you, or other people. He doesn't care about us; he is using us. Then once he is through, we are made redundant, and then he tosses us aside like trash once we're all used up. Like batteries. You dump old batteries because they're useless."
"…But what if you get a recharger?"
M sighed with irritation, and promptly glowered at her partner. "Shut UP, Kiriyuu."
Kiriyuu whimpered under her breath, "Okay, okay, but don't talk so loud. Someone might hear you."
"I don't care."
Kiriyuu began to notice that M was a person who had a hard time in trusting in others. Kiriyuu watched her silently, cautiously. There was a chance that M didn't trust her, either. "… But Mukuro cares about you, M." She pointed out, looking at his door.
M looked thoughtful, a hand under her chin, then shook her head despondently at the girl. "…No, not really."
But he likes you.
"He likes you more." M replied wryly.
"But you just said – oh, never mind…" Kiriyuu stared at her in confusion, and she slid her gaze towards M's direction, and the girl had seemingly shrunk in her eyes, shrunk in confidence and that usual demeanour M usually had, who was now rubbing the back of her elbow, smiling apathetically, at herself. Kiriyuu swallowed and glanced at her feet, a sense of discomfort swelling over her. She wasn't sure how she could cheer up M, all she knew was that she was experiencing a strange urge of sympathy towards the girl.
"Don't pity me," M snapped at her, and Kiriyuu stopped sympathising with her almost at once.
"…So… what now?"
M turned to her, "You're asking me?" She grinned at Kiriyuu then, and Kiriyuu realised the error or asking because she already knew the answer - M was up to something devious.
Kiriyuu blinked at her blankly.
She smirked back at her delightfully, "… Let's play a game… on Mukuro. Just me and you. No-one else has to know. Come on, Kiriyuu, this will be our ticket out. It'll be fun."
Kiriyuu couldn't believe her ears. She didn't want OUT, she wanted IN.
"It's just a game." M said, using a kirby pin from her pocket and tampering fiercely with the rickety lock on his door, while Kiriyuu was standing on the lookout, her knees trembling and quaking. "We're just taking something from his room and hiding it. He'll never find out."
"…But that's not really a game – "
"Stop being a pathetic, whiny bitch. You can't wimp out now. I've already unlocked his door." M pushed open the door, and turned back to her partner. "Stand guard. If Mukuro comes, distract him."
"HUH? D-Distract him? H-How??!!?" The poor girl squeaked, and before Kiriyuu could further protest, M hurried in without another word and shut the door behind her.
"How should I know? Hell, why don't you try and freaking seduce him, you little slut."
"WHAT?! NO!" Kiriyuu shrieked helplessly, "M… Open up, d-don't leave me out here, please… I-I don't want to get involved…"
"Shut up, Kiriyuu." came M's muffled reply from inside the room. "Oh, and if you tell on me -- well, you better not, partner."
So this was how peer pressure felt like.
Kiriyuu whimpered again and stood stiffly outside, glancing to all four corners cautiously, fumbling with the rims of her skirt endlessly; a certain bad habit of hers whenever she was nervous. She stood for a very long time that her legs ached and she began hopping from one foot to the other. M was snooping around in the room for a very long time. What the hell was that girl looking for? Just take his goddamn pillow or whatever! There was nothing wrong with that - it would work.
Her worst fears came true when she heard footsteps echoing along the corridor to her right, and she began to panic, hyperventilate, see her life flash before her eyes, the usual. "…M…. are you done yet?"
"No, I can't find it. How, is someone coming?"
"…Y-Yeah, I-I think…" It was then Kiriyuu noticed the shadow sliding on the wall towards them and she paled instantaneously. "Someone is definitely coming." How she managed to keep her tone flat and controlled at the sight of his shadow of doom amazed her to no end.
"Okay, okay, I'm almost done."
"You better be, I – "
"Kiriyuu."
The girl leapt out of her skin at the sound of her name being called out, by none other…. than Mukuro.
Hmm, Hibari's part was a bit random. I didn't write his fight and loss to Mukuro. It felt awful enough when I was reading the manga. I have to admit that I like writing about M. She seems to contradict herself so much that it confuses Kiriyuu and she's so different than Kiriyuu and it's cool to be writing about another OC other than Kiriyuu all the time.
Tell me what you think!